ANDY ROONEY TYPE THOUGHTS

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I live a relatively easy lifestyle in an idealistic
atmosphere
but sometimes I must admit that I somewhat feel
guilty for just being here
but often things are not always as they may seem
to appear
like for instance, though you may be witnessing
some small form of my natural talent
as yet I have no real prospective career
you see, people often hide the negative aspects
of their lives simply out of fear
and I am no different I suppose, only just a little
more queer
let me set and share myself openly now with you
my friends, if you could call them that
say in my head under all that frizzy hair I have a
loose screw
I do not know how to drive a car that requires the
manual shifting of its gears
I love to drink Diet Dr. Pepper but intensely
dislike the taste of beer
I can not stand the smell or taste of a lit
camel cigarette
I would like to have a baby of my own but I have
not done so yet
I am dearly afraid of getting any fatter
though when I grow old, it probably will not
matter
true friends and family love me for my
trustworthiness, good humor and quick wit
but when I become angry, I don't just get mad
I throw an unhealthy fit
and upon occasion, I've even been known to say
damn, hell or shit
I could add other more wickedly foul words
but they wouldn't properly fit
I am one of those people that your mother just
may have warned you about
when I speak, I don't just converse moderately
I damn near shout
this very trait runs long and rapidly in our
family's line
why, my very own mother's voice is much louder
than mine
she taught me young to be pleasant, polite and
always quite courteous
but of all my friends, I am still the one who
gets the down right lowest and dirtiest
men seem to over all like me just the way
that I am
after all, I suppose, how many men can you name
who don't like a ham
the word perfection to me is an unshakable sham
like, let's say the mating call of a clam
for you see, clams do not have one
that's a tale long ago someone simply spun
maybe the ending of this admission is not the right
answer
but there are worse things to worry about
in this life
like say, finding a cure for cancer..........
(written April 28,1991 in the am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

am a huge fan of 60 Minutes' Andy Rooney so I was quite pleased when this poem came to me as a sort of tribute to his particular brand of genius.

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